Strange Childhood Delusions

[Squeakems]

I believed that the floor was lava,but only sometimes,and that my character in game might be a real person in another dimension,and that he or she got really pissed off when I died,turned off the console,or forgot to save. I also believed that everyone was out to get me,and that the only people I could trust were video game characters and books. I also believed that every car that was out past dark was going to do a drive by. Rofl. Oh,and I dug holes,not to get to china,but just in case I needed somewhere to hide when the Nazi's or government came,or when the bombs started dropping,or if I just generally needed somewhere to hide. It was actually pretty sweet.

 

[jamesworkshop]

forget boring childhood fears what about ones like how unscrewing your belly button would make your bum fall off

 

[Deleric]

I used to try and trick my mirror into messing up my motions, like in that bugs bunny cartoon.

 

[Ridonculous_Ninja]

I was always terrified of getting out of bed at night when I was younger. I always imagined that a pair of scaly, clawed hands would shoot out and grab my ankles, pulling me under.
(This may have been partially fuelled by a certain Calvin and Hobbes strip).

I was also afraid of standing at the bottom of the stairs and looking up to the top. I always had this image of some black, hairy, grinning creature standing at the top. I'm not sure where this image would go after that. I'm sure it wasn't pleasant.

That was an old story about a ghost dog. It creeped me the hell out when I was little.

The ghost dog freakin killed the guys other dogs because they were in the same room! Evil invisible ghost dog! BWAHH!

Other than that I was only mildly creeped out by vampires that may or may not have snuck into my closet.

I always made sure to leave my closet door open so they couldn't hide.

 

[MasterSqueak]

I believed that the floor was lava,but only sometimes,and that my character in game might be a real person in another dimension,and that he or she got really pissed off when I died,turned off the console,or forgot to save. I also believed that everyone was out to get me,and that the only people I could trust were video game characters and books. I also believed that every car that was out past dark was going to do a drive by. Rofl. Oh,and I dug holes,not to get to china,but just in case I needed somewhere to hide when the Nazi's or government came,or when the bombs started dropping,or if I just generally needed somewhere to hide. It was actually pretty sweet.

Did you hide the holes with big rocks too?

 

[Squeakems]

I live in the desert so I didn't have any big rocks. I covered them with some type of blanket or tarp normally though. Once I dug it so deep,and made it a bit of a cavern,and it almost caved in on me because I had no supports.

 

[ghalkhsdkssakgh]

I was always terrified of getting out of bed at night when I was younger. I always imagined that a pair of scaly, clawed hands would shoot out and grab my ankles, pulling me under.
(This may have been partially fuelled by a certain Calvin and Hobbes strip).

I was also afraid of standing at the bottom of the stairs and looking up to the top. I always had this image of some black, hairy, grinning creature standing at the top. I'm not sure where this image would go after that. I'm sure it wasn't pleasant.

That was an old story about a ghost dog. It creeped me the hell out when I was little.

The ghost dog freakin killed the guys other dogs because they were in the same room! Evil invisible ghost dog! BWAHH!

Other than that I was only mildly creeped out by vampires that may or may not have snuck into my closet.

I always made sure to leave my closet door open so they couldn't hide.

Oh god, now you've got me thinking of a story I was told by a 'friend' when I was younger, about an evil doll (I think it was a doll. It usually is), which is angered or broken or something (I can't remember) by a kid (called Johnny).
Then each night he hears the doll
(Next bit spoken in a soft, lilting, voice, like a poem or nursery rhyme)
"Johnny...I'm on the first step...
Johnny...I'm on the second step...
Johnny...I'm on the third step...
Johnny...I'm in your brother's room...
Johnny...I'm on your brother's bed...
Johnny...your brother's DEAD!" (last word shouted)
Then this is done each night for mother, father etc, and finally Johnny.
"Johnny...you are DEAD!"
and the next day they find the kid dead in his room.
Obviously I'm not telling the story properly, But it made me shit myself when I was told it as a kid. I could barely sleep for weeks afterwards.
So if you want to scare a young, impressionably kid to within an inch of his life, and possibly mentally scar him, now you know how. *shiver*

Actually it might have been a clown. No-one likes clowns.

 

[similar.squirrel]

That messiness was normal.
I realized it wasn't a while ago, and my family is bearing the brunt of it =/

I also had dreams about Hitler chasing me around a desert with a giant remote-control spiky sphere.

 

[bjj hero]

Magnum PI with Tom Selick was all the rage when I was a child. My uncle Ben had a mint tache and I genuinely believed his job was to go off and be Magnum PI on TV. Like an actor, although I didn't quite grasp the acting concept at the time.

 

[Toasty]

That the world was a good place

The second was a fair world.

Suffice it to say, neither turned out to exist.

Why is everyone here so jaded?

I'm not quite jaded. I mean, I'm going to college to be a police officer. I just know it's nowhere near as good as I thought it was when I was a kid.

I know I'll never change the world, but I want to make it better around here. I want to make a difference in at least one person's life. Searching for or creating some kind of good in this hellhole, isn't quite jaded.

I'm one guy, I won't do much, but I'll do what I can.

Well said

 

[antipunt]

Well, I can't really remember much of my childhood, but I do recall believing in two things as a child.

The first I will not give name to, as I have no wish to start a flamewar.

The second was a fair world.

Suffice it to say, neither turned out to exist.

I can fill in the blanks you left out.

No doubt that, at least in part, we have certain things in common.

As Russell once wrote:

"In the part of this universe that we know there is great injustice, and often the good suffer, and often the wicked prosper, and one hardly knows which of those is the more annoying."

With me specifically, I share those two 'points'.

My #3 = I thought I could change it. As you grow older, however, well...you learn how to separate fact from fiction. Well.... some people do, anyway.

 

[Squeakems]

Everyone is jaded because everything is generally shitty. We don't have anything awesome about our generation,other than the internet.

 

[Monocle Man]

Jurassic Park.
Dinosaurs under my bed, dinosaurs next to my bed, dinosaurs in my closet, dinosaurs in the toilet that would come out when I flushed it, flying dinosaurs that would crash through the window when I would stand too long in front of a window, T-rex that would crash through the walls if it would see me inside.

Most of those fears stopped after a few days, though. Except the dinosaur in the toilet.
Poo, hurry hurry, wipe bottom, get up, flus-runrunrunrunrun close door, runrunrunrun.

Then there are the basic "the world is nice" and other such things.

 

[Casual Shinji]

I used to be afraid of Weeping Willows.

 

[Cortheya]

For about 2 years until i turned six....

Spoiler

I thought JAR JAR was awesome /cry

 

[Arkuni]

That the suits would come and get me in my sleep and stuff me in a room from "The Cube". Me and my teddy LAN pingvin shall have none of that! Today, his job is to look out for small girls wearing red dresses with psychic powers.

 

[Darth Pope]

curlycrouton:

I also had both of these fears. I think all kids must have them at some stage.

Although the creature at the top of the stairs I envisaged was in fact a zombie from House of the Dead, stemming from accidentally witnessing somebody playing it at a very young age.

That is entirely possible.
I wonder what kids without stairs have instead?

Also, the fact that the upstairs room was unbearably hot and dry didn't help - ascending the stairs felt like a death sentence...

For lack of stairs, I was terrified of a long hallway in my house at night.

On a more on topic note, I've known for as long as I can remember that babies come from a man and a woman. I just didn't know how pregnancy was initiated. Many long hours of my childhood were spent pondering this dilemma.

 

[EgoDeusEst]

I once had this completely whacko idea that someone I cared for would actually care for me, and that I might have found someone to fall in love with.
What a silly idea. It's incredible how much smarter I've become since this morning. Life didn't even give me lemons, just sour milk past it's expiration date.

 

[Horizontalvertigo]

I thought for yonks that thai people lived in *thigh*land. I was like 6 or somethin. ( "t" sound not "th" sound lol)

 

[Horizontalvertigo]

Side note: concerning lemons and life. When god gives you lemons, YOU FIND A NEW GOD. Hahaha I love that thing.